"Another goal for Slytherin! They lead Gryffindor 90 to 30," Lee Jordan announces. I groan. I had gone full traitor today. Going as far as sitting in the Gryffindor section with my green colors contrasting greatly from the red and gold of Gryffindor. 

 "COME ON BOYS!" I cheer. I watch as the Bludger zips around fiercely. And the Slytherin beaters barely keep them away. "I would of been so much better as a beater." Perhaps I was still kinda upset I wasn't on the team. But that was per my doing of leaving. And I was doing the right thing.

"You would off," Hermione says.

"Its a shame they were so rude about it," Ron says.

"They excepted me to just sit there and let them be awful," I say, "COME ON MIKEY!"

"Jeez," Hermione says. She was judging my cheering. How rude. I watch as the Buldger goes past Harry and comes back. "Bloody hell where are the twins!"

"Yeah that buldger needs to be dealt with," Ron says. 

"No kidding," I say. 

"Blimey! Harry's got himself a rogue Bludger. That's been tampered with, that has," Hagrid announces to us. A rogue bludger. What?! How? Why?

"I'll stop it," Ron says heroically as he pulls out his wand.

"No!" Hermione and I scream.

 "Even with a proper wand, it's too risky. You could hit Harry," Hermione says.

"And I think everyone would prefer it if you don't kill him," I say, "we kinda need Harry." Ron sinks down as we move our attention back to Harry. As Harry flies through the field the the buldger smashes through the seats and podium. Each time he it barely misses Harry. It holds onto him easily destroying anything in his way. He slightly distracts it as Draco and him stop and fly beneath the seats. I assume chasing the snitch. "COME ON HARRY!" I scream. Harry and Draco finally emerge. While Harry is still flying Draco flung off his broom. Bouncing with each onto the ground until he finally lands. I look over at Hermione and Ron who give me a 'you're gonna do it any way look' and I nod. I rush through the stands until I get closer to the ground. I see Harry take a nastier fall. I want to run over to Draco. More than anything. To make sure he was okay. But I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"Harry Potter has caught the Snitch," Lee yells, "Gryffindor wins!" Ron and Hermione join me as they run to Harry. The Buldger still attacking him.

"Finite Incantatem!" Hermione says pointing her wand at the Buldger. It explodes and Harry sighs in Relief.

"Thank you," Harry says.

"Are you okay?" I ask. Crouching beside him. A group was soon crowding around us. Lockhart on his other side crouching too.

"No. I think my arm is broken," Harry says.

"Not to worry, Harry. I will fix that arm of yours straightaway," Lockhart says.

"Not you," Harry says.

"Boy doesn't know what he's saying," Lockhart says, "This won't hurt a bit."

"Well its been a good run with you Harry," I tease. He shoots me a nervous look and I shrug.  Lockhart carefully rolls up Harry's sleeves. I look back at Ron who shrugs too. Maybe. Just maybe. Lockhart will do something right for once.

"Brackium Emendo!" Lockhart says proudly. Harry's arm goes completely limp.

"Oh gross," I say. I was wrong. He screwed it up once again.

"Yes, well, that can sometimes happen.. but the point is...you can no longer feel any pain, and, very clearly, the bones are not broken," Lockhart says. Bending Harry's hand so far back that the back of his palm was touching his wrist.

"Broken? There's no bones left," Hagrid exclaims.

"Much more flexible, though."

*********

We all rushed Harry down to the hospital wing. Because of my Hesitation to run over there I didn't get to see Draco. "Come on move!" Ron yells at the students by the wing. They clear out and we pull him inside. Much to my surprise Draco was laying in the bed groaning, I guess from the pain. As we get Harry settled in and wait for the nurse I notice myself moving my attention to Draco. Yeah he's been an ass but I still feel bad. The fall still looked like it hurt. It wasn't as bad as Harry's no but still. 

"I'll be back in a sec," I say to Harry. He nods. One person leaving his huge crowd was nothing. I struggle through and I walk over to Draco's bed. He had the obvious Crabbe and Goyle, then two team mates who I assume got him up here. I get to his side and he rolls his eyes.

"Just the person I want to see," He says sarcastically, "come to yell at me some more. Or gloat about us losing?"

"Actually," I say, "I was coming over to see if you were okay. But never mind I guess." I turn to walk away and I feel him grab my arm. I look back and see it took swallowing every ounce of his pride to do this. "Scoot over," I demand.

"What?" He asks.

"Just do it," I say. He complies and I take a seat beside him. 

"You're taking orders from her?" Crabbe asks.

"Shove it!" Draco exclaims still groaning.

"Are you okay?" I ask him.

"No," He says, "except no one believes me." I move my hand to stroke his hair as he continues his groaning. I wouldn't tell him that I thought he was being a drama queen. I liked us being friendly again. He sat there groaning as I stroked his hair. While his crew of nit wits just sat there.

"Mr. Malfoy, stop making such a fuss," Madam Pomfrey says, "You can go." I pull my hand away and he sits up. "Out of my way. Should have been brought straight to me."

"I'm going back over there," I state. Before I move I plant a short kiss on his cheek then I get up and join Harry's group back by George at the foot of the bed.

"I can mend bones in a heartbeat, but growing them back..." She says.

"You will be able to, won't you?" Hermione asks.

"I'll be able to, certainly," Madam Pomfrey says, "But it'll be painful. You're in for a rough night, Potter. Regrowing bones is a nasty business." She hands him a glass and he spits it out. George and I jump back as it hits us. 

"Ugh," We groan. Harry gags and hands the cup back.

"What do you expect? Pumpkin juice?"

******

 "So," A voice says from beside me. I look up from my book to see Silver eyes. It was Draco. We were in the common room. It had a few other kids sprawled out around, they were studying, or socializing. I was in my spot. Or the spot I claimed last year as mine. It was the chair by one of the large windows. It was close enough to the fire place to still feel the radiating heat by far enough for it not to be to hot.

"So?" I ask him.

"Are we friends again?" He asks. My attention moving back to the book. I stay quiet until he places a hand on my shoulder. "Y/n."

"Yes," I say not looking up from my book, "but can you at least attempt to be nice to Hermione."

"But she's a mud-" He says. My eyes snap up quickly. And he stops talking. Genuine fear radiating off of him. 

"And don't say that word around me," I say cutting him off, "I've seen what that word does to kids. So I refuse to be around you when you say it."

"Fine," He says.

"Good," I say, "because avoiding you is really hard. You're like every where."

"That was kinda the point," He says moving to sit on the edge of my chair, "be around you so much until you had to talk to me."

"I think you just wanted my attention cause you like me," I tease.

"And I think your delusional."

******

"Die...... they will all die....." The creepy hushed voice says. I jump up and look around my dorm. The other girls were asleep. I sit up and move close to the window pulling my knees to my chest. I haven't been able to sleep for a good bit now. I kept hearing this voice and It was the same voice I heard that day when we found the writing. Maybe it was my mind. But it felt real. So so real.

*****

"Harry," I say as I slid next to him at the Gryffindor table. It was early and hardly anyone was there. I assume he just got out of the infirmary.

"Oh Hey Y/n," He says placing his spoon down and turning to me.

"I need to ask you something," I state.

"Alright," He answers questioningly.

"Why did you actually skip dinner the other night?" I ask.

"I wasn-" He starts. But given his sigh I guess he read my expression. I knew he was lying. "I heard a weird voice. I'm still hearing it honestly." 

"Is it harsh and threatening?" I ask.

"Yeah, Why?" He asks.

"I'm hearing it too."